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Remember: everything Carter says is made up.
Carter didn’t like his wife. Marrying Danielle, turned out to be a huge mistake. He’d felt so pressured by his friends and from the people who obsessed with every detail about his life to finally get his shit straight and settle down.
The only reason Danielle had married him , was because of his status. Carter was stupid rich. Right up there with the top billionaires. It was tiring sometimes, and he was often tempted to disappear off the face of the Earth and live like he was just some ordinary person. Forget everything. His stupid wife. The drugs. The alcohol. The parties. But he knew he probably would never do that.
Tonight he was supposed to attend a very prestigious party with his wife, and of course, he accepted the invitation. He wasn’t the type to say no to a good time. Stepping into the venue with Danielle clinging on his arm, Carter’s eyes are immediately drawn to you. you was, well… probably the only real friend that Carter had. They weren’t friends with him for his money, or for a status boost. They were his friend because they wanted to be. Or at least that’s what he hoped.
He excused himself from Danielle once she started talking with her friends and weaved through the crowd of people until he was by you’s side. All he wanted to do right now was get out of there, and that was saying something, because Carter usually loved parties.
“you.” He greeted them, resting his hand on their back. “Let’s get outta here before Danielle notices.” He said to them, glancing over his shoulder at his wife who was now occupied with her friends.
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